Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Penis doesnt work? Hence, youll eat shit.

Penile Dysfunction: The Perfect Excuse for a Shit Eating Session

Milan, a submissive with a passion for scat play, found himself in a unique predicament. Victoria and Christina, his lovely dommes, had devised a plan to give him a taste of his own medicine. They took advantage of Milan's penile dysfunction by insisting that he lie naked on the floor and masturbate while they were gone. Little did he know that this simple act would lead to an embarrassing and humiliating shit-eating session.

When the girls returned home after their walk, they proceeded to ridicule him mercilessly. Their cruel taunts only served to heighten Milan's sense of shame and vulnerability. His tiny cock, normally the source of ridicule for others, now seemed inconsequential compared to their boots - coated in dirt and other unsavory substances from their walk.

Desperate to please them, Milan did something he never thought he would: he took off one of their dirty boots and began licking it clean with his tongue. As he did so, he felt a strange mixture of disgust and arousal coursing through his body.

Victoria and Christina watched with dark satisfaction as their pathetic little sub crawled around on the floor, groveling at their feet like the worthless piece of shit he truly was. And then, the moment they had been waiting for arrived: it was time to take a massive dump into his mouth.

Victoria, the more dominant of the two, stepped forward. She stood above him, her luscious round ass hovering tantalizingly close to his face. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the edge of a toilet seat, her asshole opening up like a dark, forbidden portal. Milan could hardly believe what he was seeing - was she really going to shit in his mouth?

Without waiting for a response, she released the first volley of her shit cannon: a huge, steaming sausage of feces that tumbled from her anus and splashed into his open mouth. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before - bitter, putrid, and yet somehow addictive. He couldn't get enough of it.

As he struggled to swallow the initial payload, more and more of her shit rained down upon him. It felt as though she were emptying her digestive tract directly into his mouth. He tried to make eye contact with her, but she kept her gaze fixed on the floor, focusing on her own filthy act of degradation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she was satisfied. She pulled her ass away from his face, leaving a trail of shit on his cheeks as she stepped back. Milan breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to finally be free from her intense onslaught of shit. But he knew better than to celebrate too soon.

It was now Christina's turn. She had been watching intently the entire time, taking in every detail of Milan's humiliation. With a cold, cruel smile, she positioned herself over the toilet bowl, her asshole hovering just above the water.

Milan steeled himself for what was to come. Christina's shit was known for being particularly bitter and unappetizing - she enjoyed torturing him with her shitty diet of nothing but hard candies and spinach. He braced himself, ready to taste the bitter pill of her shit once again.

And so it began. Like Victoria before her, Christina took her time, teasing him with slow, steady drops of diarrhea that dripped eagerly into his awaiting mouth. But this time, there seemed to be something different about the taste - something strangely familiar.

As he continued to eat her shit, he realized what it was: her food from last night's dinner! Milan had always wondered what it would be like to taste another person's food after they had finished with it. Now, he knew - and it was every bit as revolting as he had imagined.

When she was finally satisfied, Christina stepped away from the toilet bowl, admiring her handiwork. She had successfully fed Milan both of their shits from the previous day, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her accomplishment.

Despite the abhorrent nature of his task, Milan couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction as well. He had endured the worst that his mistresses could throw at him, and he had come out the other side smeared in their filth. For the first time, he truly understood the meaning of subservience - and he couldn't wait to submit to them once more.